They were all seated down by the table as Mrs Aziz was serving up. They all lived in the same apartment building. Aisha lived in the second floor with...her mom and her dad was also in Mecca right now for his pilgrimage. Fatima lived on the 3rd floor and Noor lived on the 4th floor. The two other girls often joined Aisha for dinner but at night they went back alone to their apartments. Overall all 3 Arab girls were very close friends and backed each other up, especially when they got taunted by. It was the sputter and slowing of my car to a halt along the country road that brought the fact starkly to my attention. Disgusted with my own stupidity, I climbed from the car, staring frustratedly at it for a moment, hands on hips, a frown wrinkling my brow, silently willing the machine to life once more. Needless to say, that didn’t work, so with a resigned sigh I began to walk down the road, in hopes of spotting a farmhouse where I could at least call for assistance. Yes, yes, I know…. I. She was married at a young age and had me.But that didn’t stop her. She takes care of her body like a temple. She’s super-fit, works out every day, and has a kick-ass skincare routine. You’d say she’s in her late 20s or early 30s if you met her. Whenever we go out together, people often misjudge us as siblings and not mother-daughter.We’re figure twins, share the same body physique, although she has a juicier ass and slightly bigger boobs. All in all, she’s the perfect milf that guys fantasize. "Whenyou slide on hose, roll up each leg like I just did. Then hold them outand stick your foot into the roll like this." She demonstrated with herown leg, having kicked off her shoe."I remember." Good, then get with it."Loren pulled the hose up over his panties to his waist. They were tightand they pinned his penis tightly against his body, an uncomfortablefeeling. He felt pre-cum dripping out its top."Now sit down and we'll strap you into the heels." She gave his penis alittle squeeze.